Prime reason being we make mistakes, and the night tends to spiral in the wrong direction turning us into AFC's.
Case in point:
Last night, I was out visiting a friend who has a club night at a bar where he occasionally has me out to Dj as well. I gennerally don't go there to game just hang out, but since I stop in every Friday and even perform at times, I have a ton of social proof at the establishment from the staff and the regulars.
Well anyway I run into some old friends and they buy me a drink (#1). Haven't seen these people in some time so I'm officially rooted.
The night starts off well, HB8 comes to the bar next to me while I'm talking to friends. With a furrowed brow, like I just noticed something, I tell her to smile for me. She doesn't comply. I say in a serious voice "No, seriously smile for me" and I demonstrate by raising my upper lip like I just was trying to show her my teeth. She does and I promptly inform her that she has lipstick on her teeth. (This is always a great opener or sniper neg, because girls are increadibly self consious about their smile, and if done right it always opens singles or two sets while standing at a bar.) Funny thing is she's not wearing any lipstick, and KNOWS it, but she immediately starts with the IOI's and I pull her into my set. There's some playful banter, I'm getting into the DHV and still shooting out the C&F game. About the time I get to the hook, and acquaintence of mine enters our set and immediately starts cock blocking out of sheer stupidity, he's not the brightest star in the sky so I don't get too upset, he wasn't doing it on purpose. I let the HB8 go and the guy buys me a drink (#2) while we catch up.
After talking to him I'm already starting to feel the drinks because I'm drinking straight scotch. I should have stopped here, but since I was with friends I figured "Hey, wtf I'll have another!" (#3)
So I move over to the dancefloor which is empty, still being fairly early. This is one of my favorite things in the world, because this is an important part of my game because I can actually dance, and enjoy to do so it makes me feel great. Therefore, I have no fear to get out there and dance alone.
Why this works for me 1) It sets you apart from everyone else, you're out there alone 2) All focus at some point is on YOU, if you can dance well, this is an automatic DHV to the whole bar/club. 3) It shows that you are a guy who knows how to have a good time regardless of what's going on around you and you're willing to start things off. 4) Dancing provides instant kino when girls approach you.
Well the same as always, within the first 10 minutes of me being there the girls come flocking to the dancefloor. Because in all honesty girls just need an excuse to dance, and since you're putting on a DHV show they will openly APPROACH YOU. I go back and forth with a few HB 7's having a grand ole time leave them to head back to the bar for (#4). Dance floor dies so I start it up again, low and behold HB9 and HB10 and a HB7 aproach and start dancing with me, giving me the whole "we love you" and qualifying themselve, "We're professional dancers, we dance for the local NBA team" etc...and going really heavy on the kino.
Now this normally is a great thing for me and is what I usually set the dancing gambit up for. That is, unless I'm already 4 scotches deep and have already started down the slippery slope of becoming toasty.
They pull into their mixed 7 set and start introducing me around to everyone. The set is going well good rapport etc and HB9 ask me if she could buy me a drink and the train of thought is "Hrm I really should stop, but what's the harm in another one?" So she get's me scotch #5.
Well here is where the poor decisions start coming. Instead of starting in on the HB9 who has been IOI'ing me like mad, I for some reason think that its a good start in on a set where I already have great rapport by gaming the HB7. She is cute a bit on the plain side, especially next to her two friends, but very interesting to talk too. The bad part is I'm tipsy enough to get locked into a conversation with HB7 not to pay attention the HB9 and HB10 so their interest begins to wain.
So I effectively blow myself out of the set and am left alone with HB7. I think to myself oh well, I'll settle for HB7. Needless to say HB10 starts having girl issues because somehow she's become obnoxiously drunk and HB7 leaves to got to girly time in the restroom to hold her hair while she pukes etc...
So, enter another old friend and scotch #6. We start talking amongst ourselves etc... HB9 and HB10 are being escorted by their set out the door because HB10 is belligerent and it's time for her to go. I in my, by this point, extremely hazy and infinite wisdom get it in my head that I'm going to try to *close the HB7. So as she's about to walk out the door pull out the big guns and flip her off in a C&F manner as she is walking past. This immediately sucks me back into a set with her while she lets her friends leave.
I start in heavy on the kino and she's kino'ing back while telling about her fiancee' and blah blah blah whatever else. I kiss close and continue the kino escalation, have scotch #7.
Now, I'm not going to go into all the minute details of what happened in our conversation, but due to an obvious lack of better judgement due to a copious amount of scotch I begin to loose complete control of my game. I begin validating myself to her instead of building comfort, like a complete AFC so she is obviously onto me at this point. I notice this but am too tipsy by this point to stop myself and begin to immediately give her control of our whole interaction. Now if I were a bit more sober, there are numerous points here where I should have ejected, but nooooo I have it in my skull that I have to *close this girl.
So she says it's time to go and I basically invite myself to walk her there, sigh... There's still alot of kissing/kino going on at this point, but in the small but still sober part of my mind I know exactly what this walk is and I would never have taken it in a million years, but the somewhat larger drunken AFC side of my brain somehow thought it was a smart choice.
She suggests that we stop by a bar that is on the corner by her house....um complete duh moment in the sober mind.....I comply. We have another drink....I buy hers....lol....great idea from the drunk part of the brain....she decides it's time for us to go. We get to her apt....sober mind thinks "Yay (sarcastic), this is going to end well".....drunk AFC mind thinks "Yay (not sarcastic), this is going to end well" and drum roll please.......her, "Sorry you're great but I have a fiance'" haha you walked me home and no booty for you....BAM!!.....lol
Now if I wouldn't have continued drinking when I knew I should have this night would have never have gotten to this point. I would have never dropped the interaction with the HB9 who was ripe for the picking. I never would have decided to *close the HB7 that night for an obvious fools mate (too which if I were sober would have been relatively easy even though I doubt I would have tried, but as drunk as I became just made me end up coming off needy and lame - your typical AFC to a HB7.....ouch). And, I would still have the $57 I ended up spending to continue drinking.
So basically the moral of the story is if you're drinking then "drink", if you're gaming then "game" don't combine the two and bring yourself down to being just another AFC.
Cheers
CHAT